Brick Wall

We communicate, sometimes more than others. Sometimes we joke and sometimes its serious.
You call me, which, honestly surprises me.
You, my friend are the KING of mixed signals.
No contact between Thursday and Saturday. But Saturday I go to the event that you put together and you flirt with me in the middle of your store. Sure, its funny, and yea, it would be cute- IF WE WERE DATING! But we aren't so I just think "What the HELL just happened?"
Here's my view of what happened:
I walk in from the rain, see you, smile and I'm just gonna go on my way, but you stop me, in the front of the store, where there is like 10 people, and you fix my hair- apparently I had strands making a V on my forehead, and you FIX THEM. That is not something that just friends do. Really, that felt like unnecessary PDA, like you were advertising we were an item, but WE ARENT. At least, if we are, I am totally unaware.